Abuse

I will rewrite our story in dark ink on blood splattered paper finding a new plot to erase of what was scratched into us tiptoeing around the truth maybe if i left out the holes in the walls, shattered mirror, and broken promises, this time I tell it, it'll be pleasant but no one ever picks up a book with bad ratings for so long I've tried tried to convince all the others that the book isn't that bad it's just a little torn on the inside you have to know how to handle it's fragile pages and weak bind but sometimes it isn't meant to change I must release this pain but not into the world into the ground for it to decay because while my body shows no markings my insides are stained to forgive is to forget and to forget is to never let it come back.